My Tragically Unnoticed End

The pills they give me make me feel like I can fly.
It's an escape from the horror, but always ends with a fall.
Insanity circulates in my medicated head.
At least when I'm not banging it on the wall.
Is this simply the price paid for the life I tried to lead?
The fear of going home leaves my heart constantly racing.
The long white halls are overwhelming and I don't know where to go.
It's so hard to concentrate when all these men in white are pacing.
Generations of blood stain the glass of my door.
That's one thing they couldn't hide under white paint.
How many lives have fallen to pieces in here?
How many souls has this institution managed to taint?
Are my enemies even alive anymore?
Does anyone think of me here all alone?
Is this madness all that's left for me?
Will I ever be called to the institution's single phone?
They don't really care about me here.
I'm just another psycho they watch bleeding on the floor.
The contrast of my blood against the white makes my tired eyes ache.
Mama, I'm sorry, but I can't take this anymore.
It's okay though 'cause they'll throw me a nice funeral.
And they'll pretend to pity me when no one bothers to attend.
But not a tear will fall when they bury me in black.
And that will be my tragically unnoticed end.